Writer's Block

Surely the lines that raised these sails were the same that had risen the great sails of the Star of India as it navigated Desolation Sound....

I am a haze of fairytale ideals and romantic myths. Daydreams on horseback woven into harpists' songs and the deep, sad hum of a fairy...

Because amidst all the "you'll go far"s and "you're going to save the world"s I wonder how that can be true. ...

But why? Why not love all the converging generations and the odd pieces of the people that don't fit in? Aren't those the best part...

Trying to grasp that feeling before some sound or song or someone else's feeling drives it out. This "I breathed the crisp autumn ...

I wonder if there really is anything, and if it matters in the end, if you try, fail, succeed, win, lose, if you do it alone or joined.. who...

I found this lingering on my computer. I'd forgotten that I had written it. "The cold sun outside the window is all that seems rea...